Nas - A Queens Story (Album Version (Explicit))(2012)

[00:14.29] Rest in peace to Black Just
[00:26.13] Riding through Jamaica, Queens in his black truck
[00:28.42] Timbs was 40 below, waves to the side of his dome
[00:31.07] Definition of good nigga, yo
[00:32.89] Gangsters don't die, niggas only become immortal
[00:35.20] Angels don't only fly, they walk right before you
[00:37.61] In front of you, it's foul what this money could do
[00:39.73] Cash corrupts the loyal
[00:40.92] I hung with E-Money, too, the fucking truth
[00:42.90] Fucking with Stretch from Live Squad
[00:44.49] I could've died the same night that Stretch died
[00:46.16] I just got out of his ride
[00:47.36] He dropped me off and drove to Springfield
[00:48.94] November thirtieth, another Queens king killed
[00:50.81] It fucked me up, y'all
[00:52.47] I was just trying to make it with Steve Stoute
[00:54.51] The legal way, drug-free route
[00:56.12] Back in the days, they was sleeping on us
[00:57.74] Brooklyn keep on taking it, Manhattan keep on making it
[00:59.54] Trying to leave Queens out
[01:01.31] But we was pulling them Beems out, them M3's out
[01:03.55] Pumping bringing them D's out
[01:06.18] Rastas selling chocolate weed inside of a weed house
[01:08.03] Colosseum downstairs, gold teeth mouth
[01:10.77] Astoria warriors, 8th Street, twin buildings
[01:13.36] Vernon, can't even count the Livingston children
[01:15.59] Justice in Ravenswood, nice neighborhood
[01:18.32] Caught sleeping out there, be a wrap, though
[01:20.86] Bridge niggas be up in Petey's ten racks, yo
[01:22.97] A simple bet on a serious cash flow
[01:25.25] Get money, Manolo, welcome home, Castro
[01:27.76] Queensbridge unified all I ask for
[01:30.10] Let's do it for D.U, say what up to Snatch, yo
[01:32.57] I just salute real niggas when I pass through
[01:35.93] Niggas is very hungry for that bank robbery
[01:42.00] Bury money, trying to get to a Benz from a Hyundai
[01:44.17] The Queens Courthouse right next to the cemetery
[01:46.85] Niggas' rap sheets look like obituaries
[01:49.12] You be starving in Kew Gardens
[01:51.20] Bolognas and milk from a small carton
[01:53.55] You could still feel chills from the team
[01:55.81] On 118, my nigga Ben fly by like it's a dream
[01:58.67] His face on his Shirt Kings
[02:00.21] Laced in a pinky ring, in his black Benz murking
[02:02.66] Back when Black Rock & Ron was on the map
[02:05.68] Cheeba in yellow sacks, dope sold in laundromats
[02:08.29] Thugs bark, getting amped from weed
[02:10.57] Over the heart of champions, see
[02:12.30] Ever since back then, a nigga been about the dough
[02:14.73] (You all know how the story go)
[02:17.21] (Go, go, go, go...)
[02:19.51] (You all know how the story go)
[02:22.08] (You all know how the story go)
[02:26.70] (Go, go, go, go...)
[02:29.45] Any other real niggas in the world besides us, I ask?
[02:38.75] Probably is, but odds are we'll never cross paths
[02:41.16] Put your glass high if you made it out the stash spot
[02:43.95] And here to tell a story and celebrate the glory
[02:46.38] Drinks in the air for my niggas not here
[02:48.52] This how we do, I see you D.U
[02:51.02] Queens to the heavens, salute the hood legends
[02:53.53] Crack the Patrón, Hennessy, and Glenlivets
[02:55.98] Champagne bottles drowning out the sorrows
[02:58.13] Hope the memories'll get us through tomorrow
[03:00.30] I'm a real O.G cause back in nine-three
[03:02.72] Niggas couldn't fuck with me, sipping 'gnac since I was little
[03:05.03] Laid back in a rental
[03:06.38] Mouth shining, Eddie's gold caps all up in the dental
[03:08.27] Nigga getting money now, but you know I'm still mental, but not simple
[03:11.95] Put your glass high if you made it out the stash spot
[03:14.79] And here to tell your story and celebrate the glory
[03:17.23] Drinks in the air for my niggas not here
[03:19.67] This for the fallen soldiers
[03:20.96] Hold it down, I told ya
[03:22.35] Pop another bottle and keep the smoke rolling
[03:26.33] Watch the con realest channel his mom's spirit
[03:31.35] Goosebumps cover me, mother's here, I could feel her
[03:33.64] Blood of Christ covers me, our savior and healer
[03:36.00] Drug prices up or down, I know a few dealers
[03:38.26] And some accident murderers, they act like they killed on purpose
[03:41.07] Liars brag they put work in
[03:43.11] You ain't mean to murk him, your gun's a virgin
[03:45.18] Better stay on point, if not, it's curtains
[03:47.65] Bebo Posse reincarnated through me, probably
[03:50.71] If music money didn't stop me
[03:52.33] I never claimed to be the toughest
[03:53.81] Though I'm to blame for a few faces reconstructed
[03:56.07] It's the game that we was stuck with
[03:57.39] Now I'm the only black in the club with rich Yuppie kids
[03:59.89] Sad thing, this is the top, but where the hustlers went?
[04:02.29] No familiar faces around, ain't gotta grab the musket
[04:04.72] It's all safe and sound, champagne by the bucket
[04:06.93] Where them niggas I shouted out on my first shit?
[04:09.48] Bo cooking blow, fucking slay that, where Turkey went?
[04:11.75] Old videos show niggas that was murdered since
[04:14.14] Another reason to get further bent
[04:16.20] Put your glass high if you made it out the stash spot
[04:18.89] And here to tell your story and celebrate the glory
[04:21.33] Drinks in the air for my niggas not here
[04:23.78] This for the fallen soldiers
[04:25.15] Hold it down, I told ya
[04:26.32] Pop another bottle and keep the smoke rolling
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